Oh my love,

my heart misses you.

The process of learning

has been rippled with thorns.

 

On the mornings that don’t see the sunshine,

the darkness creeps around my whole being,

as time poses as the decider,

I plead with my brain to stay one step ahead.

 

The bed is the cave for my despair,

I let my face soak wet with fear,

Oh god, how I miss you my dear.

How did I manage to lose you so long ago?

I wallow in selfish desire to feel your existence,

this body is a work in progress,

but my soul you’re teaching a lesson.

 

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